tingley kisses

My childhood favorite sweet,
pocket money spent on you.
Precisely cover you, neat
in the sherbet, fizz on my tongue.
Simple pleasure when I was young,
one of the Dip Dab crew.

You might have to stand on tip toes,
to kiss me.
But I'm the one left light footed.
I want to see,
where this might go, but who knows
Like my own firework display,
continuing to sparkle,
each and every day.

Butterfly kiss, delicate wings,
like vintage Moet & Chandon.
Tingles, such joyous things
no Cava here, just pure high class.
Full bodied, mature with bags of sass,
open my eyes, your gone.

You might have to stand on tip toes,
to kiss me.
But I'm the one left light footed.
I want to see,
where this might go, but who knows
Like my own firework display,
continuing to sparkle,
each and every day.

Just chew them greedly down,
a empty handful of pick n' mix.
swallowed with a frown
penny sweets are a cheap low sin.
You, my giant sized sherbet fountain
with your alka selter licks.